"The time of my departure is at hand…"
2 Timothy 4:6-7
Stargate SG-1: Upgrades
So I threw a party for William Shakespeare and he never showed up. What the hell. You write 37 hit plays and all of the sudden you’re the greatest playwright ever.
Overheard between two students
- First student: "The innocent sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care..."
- Second student: Wow, what's that from?
- First student: Shakespeare, but I don't know which one.
- Second student: William, probably.
*looks at list of Fall staff*
*whispers into the night* my children
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john & aeryn - into the lion’s den: lambs to the slaughter
I’m just the zip-up hoodie and my two best friends.
I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor.
"Could have been animal blood."